Lying on the ridge covered with thick snow, Jun Changning looked up at the moonless night sky, his expression a little reminiscent and sad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Feelings, ordinary as Jun Changning, how could he not have imagined.

One afternoon in junior high school, she skipped class and went to the temple next to the school, and the first time she read Cangyang Gyatso's poems, she left a vague shadow in the softest corner of her heart.

Jun Changning fell in love with a monk's love, wrapped it quietly, never told anyone, never took it out and reminisced about it, nor indulged himself in secretly imagining when no one was around.

She liked the cleanliness and distance.

I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall,

Suddenly I heard the truth of your chant;

That month,

I shake all the prayer cylinders,

Not for excess,

Just to touch your fingertips;

That year,

I prostrate my head on the mountain road,

Not for the sake of an audience,

Just to stick to your warmth;

In that life,

I turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda,

Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife,

Just to see you on the way.

That month,

I turned all the warp cylinders lightly,

Not for excess, just to touch your fingerprints;

That year,

I kowtow and embrace the dust,

Not for the Buddha, just for your warmth;

In that life,

I have searched a hundred thousand mountains,

Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife, but only for the road to meet you;

It's just that, that night, I forgot everything,

Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,

Just for the rose that wept before the Buddha,

It has long lost its lustre

Jun Changning's eyes smiled, not feeling that she was hypocritical, the vermilion embroidered wide sleeves slid down to her elbows with her movements, and she turned over with her arms on her pillow.

The monk's affection must be unique, because it is already taboo in itself, and it is also deeply restrained, because it itself does not tolerate the world. Jun Changning was fascinated by the breadth of this emotion and the calm that contained endless sorrow.

Later, she sighed that she felt the tremor and despair that she didn't dare to step forward again, the kind of gaze that stood outside your eyes all her life, so beautiful that people wanted to hug even if they burned their lives.

Jun Changning's eyes were calm and indifferent, landing on an unknown place in the night sky.

Friend Mortal Turtle, slowly crawled from her feet to her hands, and stayed there quietly.

Vaguely she seemed to hear the sound of the piano on the cliff of the entrance peak again, concentrating on the position, Jun Changning's face suddenly calmed, and then bent out a shallow smile.

Her long-standing confusion was answered, and her mood did not fluctuate much. She has always wondered why she was chosen to ask Zen Feng, and she also guessed whether she had inadvertently made eye contact with someone here, and when the guess came true, she was not excited and excited, she sighed, slowly closed her eyes, and breathed steadily.

On the meditation platform, Xie Lanyong played the piano with his hand, and a delicate white jade incense burner wafted out of the corner of the desk.

He was used to walking alone, and he never cared about the thoughts of the people who followed him, he just wanted the result. Now he suddenly wanted to hear a sound of willingness, and only then did he remember to stop.

But the people behind him couldn't remember or never wanted to catch up with him, which made him feel a little overwhelmed. Standing too high, there were no friends around him who could talk, he could only stand out of her sight and watch her bits and pieces.

If you have a heart of gain or loss, you will lose your calmness, and Xie Lanyong's piano sound suddenly became a little lonely.

This relationship has nothing to do with Fengyue, because the other party is still a child, and this relationship has nothing to do with fate, because everything is just a glimpse of chance.

He wasn't used to letting time confirm everything, that would make him think about that one in a million loss, and he refused to be tightened by time.

He looked up at the dark night sky and smiled, this was the first time and the last time, let go of time, wait for a vague answer, and then not hesitate.

When the last incense was burned, the sky was about to dawn, and Xie Lanyong waved his sleeve and asked all the snow on the Zen Peak to disappear, revealing a magnificent appearance.

Jun Changning opened his eyes, quietly looked at the bright and bright scenery of the prosperous spring for a while, and began to meditate cross-legged.

Three hours later, she floated down, came to the table, sat upright to sharpen the ink, and began to practice calligraphy.

Different from the feeling in the past, Jun Changning noticed the difference as soon as he wrote a few words. The handwriting is still lonely and cold, but it is no longer astringent and stiff at the turn of the journey, and it is more fluent and free, and it seems that it is no longer cold.

She felt a little joy in her heart, her face softened unconsciously, and her mind became more and more focused, and she didn't even notice that Feng Lin got up to freshen up and approached and left.

An hour later, Jun Changning put down the pen, kneaded his finger bones and wrists and waited for the ink to dry. A warm, wet handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of her.

Jun Changning raised his eyes, took it with a smile and wiped his hands, and said in a pleasant voice: "Senior sister, how do you feel today?" Can the muscles and veins still feel blocked and stagnant? ”

Feng Lin took the handkerchief and threw it into the basin, shook her head with a smile, pressed her in front of the glass mirror, looked at the smiling faces of the two people in the mirror, and asked with a smile: "What do you want to comb your hair today?" What to wear? ”

Jun Changning was slightly dazed.

Looking at her absent expression, Feng Lin "poofed" and smiled, flicked her forehead with her index finger, and said angrily: "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Master wants us to go to the apse together for Chinese New Year's Eve." How can you not show solemnity! ”

Jun Changning suddenly realized, nodded, and hurriedly said: "I listen to my senior sister, I don't know how to wear clothes in the closet, only this skirt is simpler." ”

Feng Lin picked out a dark blue cross-collared wide-sleeved curved skirt for her, with bright gold embroidered trim, a light blue long veil tied around her waist, hanging straight to her feet, and combed her with a bag, and took out a thin silver headband from her storage ring, and a drop of inky silver unknown diamond-shaped stone in the middle could be attached to the center of Jun Changning's eyebrows.

"What is this?" Jun Changning touched his forehead and asked puzzledly, he felt a chill in his mind when he brought it, as if a basin of ice water was poured from top to bottom on a dog day, which was indescribably refreshing.

"It's just a piece of jewelry, it's not suitable for me to wear, I'll give it to you, see if you like it?" Feng Lin straightened her head and looked at the stunning little face in the mirror with a smile.

Naturally, she wouldn't tell her that this was the only top-level magic crystal that had been handed down in its entirety after the last battle between humans and demons, and the night before she decided to ask Zen Peak, the ancestor of the Feng family personally delivered it to her, hoping that when her life hung by a thread, she could ensure that a wisp of Yuan Shen would not be extinguished.

After getting along for these days, she naturally knows what kind of child Jun Changning is, and she didn't give her this to express her gratitude for saving her life before, but simply felt that it was suitable for her.

Jun Changning's complex and contradictory temperament is generally light-colored and can't be suppressed, this inky blue curly style is simple and solemn, and the ink-silver diamond-shaped magic crystal and the pair of beautifully shaped ink-colored phoenix eyes reflect each other, and the face that has not yet grown and is always covered by the fluttering breath suddenly highlights a Tsinghua nobility that people dare not look at directly.

Feng Lin changed into a warm yellow collared water ripple straight satin robe, covered with a large-sleeved shirt embroidered with spring begonia fine silk, her hair was pulled high, and two bright golden flower-holding hairpins were obliquely inserted, which looked noble and dignified, and there was a majesty and nobility in the elegant.

The four of them met at the gate of the West Palace, compared to Feng Linjun and Changning, the two of them were more solemn and dressed up, Su Ming's gauze bandeau and floor-length skirt was another fairy posture, Zhuge Qing wore azure wide-sleeved curly hair and was pulled into a bun by an ancient clumsy long hairpin, which took away all the anger, and the sword eyebrows were lightly raised, which made people forget to see it.

Su Ming covered her lips and chuckled: "The younger the four of us, the older we are, the more we dress up, doesn't it look weird?" ”

"Is there one?" Feng Lin raised her eyebrows and asked rhetorically, noncommittal.

Jun Changning and Zhuge Qing glanced at each other and shook their heads in unison, the two of them did not pay more attention to dressing up than them, and they had no accurate understanding of the old-fashioned spirit in Su Ming's mouth at all.

Jun Changning was very satisfied with his dress today, and didn't want to discuss these trivial matters anymore, so he urged: "Aren't you going to the apse?" Let's go! ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, they attracted the strange and surprised gazes of the other three.

Jun Chang Ningqi said: "What? "Why are you looking at her like that?

Feng Lin took her hand and walked forward as she asked, "Aren't you the least fond of going to the apse?" Why did you suddenly become active? It's not like you! ”

"No, right? Am I acting so obviously? Jun Changning was taken aback.

Now even the corners of Zhuge Qing's mouth began to twitch, could it be that this was the result of her trying to hide?

Feng Lin and Su Ming looked at each other with a smile, decided not to hit her directly, and gently reminded her: "Don't make any mistakes later, today is Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Jun Changning's eyebrows were lightly raised, slightly unconvinced, and he muttered with a little guilt: "Definitely not!" ”

Feng Lin chuckled lightly and walked towards the Qingxin Hall on foot, no longer talking.